Passion & Dilemma

49. Finally

The past week has been very hectic for me. I miss my sister a lot (I won't tell her this).

But now that the wedding season is over, regular updates will begin. You'll get updates after completing the targets.

Prerna's POV

"Sarthak," I called for my husband, in a drunken and unstable voice, for the seventh time this night.

He maneuvered me to our room, making sure I don't trip and break my face.

He sighed and answered me seventh time. "Yes?"

"Are you still jealous?" I asked, remembering how he reacted when I lied to him about Vinay being my childhood crush.

I don't know why, but I found it satisfying to see him trying to control his clearly evident jealousy.

And his threat, damn, it was so hot that it made me wet.

"I was never jealous." He retorted, throwing away my heels that he had been carrying, and made me sit on the edge of the bed.

He took my purse and phone and placed them on the bed side table. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced around the room before making me stand up again.

All this time, I kept looking at him with a slightly amused smirk.

He stopped in front of the bathroom door and gestured me to go inside.

"Go and do your business, and do not lock the door." He explained to me like he was talking to a child who was testing his patience.

"I'll wait outside." He added and I nodded before going inside and leaving the door slightly open.

After doing my business, I stood in front of the sink and washed my hands. I took a step towards the towel but stumbled, because of the pain in my legs that I earned after dancing like a mad woman in the club.

"Sarthak." I called out a little loudly, needing his help.

"Yes?" He answered immediately. "Can I come in?"

"Yes." I said, balancing myself on the counter.

"Are you okay?" He came to me and made me sit on the counter.

I shook my head,"My feet hurt."

He sighed, muttering something under his breath that was inaudible to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him and he took out a packet of makeup remover wipes. He grabbed the back of my neck, before gently wiping my face.

"Massaging with warm oil will relieve the pain." He adviced and I fidgeted with my fingers.

How will he react when he finds out that I’m thinking of going to therapy?

Should I tell him?

When he advised me to go to therapy, I got mad because the idea of being vulnerable in front of anyone other than my trusted people felt humiliating.

But now, as I want to move on from my past, I’ll also have to overcome the fears that came from it, right?

He applied toothpaste on my toothbrush and passed it to me. I brushed my teeth while he fisted and twisted my hair before securing them in a messy bun.

He took some water in his hands and washed my face. I kept looking at him taking care of me.

He moved his hand behind my back to unzip my dress. I arched my body forward, pressing my front to his chest, obviously teasing him. He glanced at me, aware of my deliberate actions.